บท 48: Freedom Feast Of The Night

Gandrel stares closely at Zyla, wondering what the topic of their urgent discussion might be. Zyla keeps her eyes fixed on those of Zadok. Everything she has thought of to break the eye contact proves abortive because his eyes are too beautiful to ignore.

The old map in front of him becomes part of golden dust on the ground and he leans back on his throne, signifying that he's all ears.

"It seems like other humans are onboard" Even with the news, Zadok doesn't move. He just stares at Zyla who seems to have forgotten about her friends back at wherever she came from.

Nate bites his lower and gorgeous lip, holding back the urge to snatch Zyla and go have fun with her. She looks lonely.

(Well, Zadok isn't the perfect person after all)

"How sure are you?"

"The wolves at standby didn't get back to me yesterday. I tried to get to them, even sending three wolves from the security pack but only one of them came back wounded... "

Lorn's eyes glimmers with an argy of violence.